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Native Wife
by Joanne Kemp (address withheld)

***

Peter comes up with a unique idea for a new reality 
show. It's the daily life of a lost native tribe in the 
Amazon. Only this reality show involves an unsuspecting 
white woman in the main plot. (MF, nc, exh, preg)

***

The idea had come to Peter one night. The network was 
looking for a new series. The old reality series was 
drawing to a close and they needed to replace it with 
something... the only question was with what?

A true to life series, the jungle... the Amazon... 
natives. Find a lost tribe, surely there must be a 
tribe of natives still out there that they could find 
and film. Make a documentary about them, live with them 
for a few weeks, follow their every move, let the 
people of the so called civilized world see what it was 
like to live day to day without all the home comforts 
that everyone had become accustomed to.

When the board and film crew met the following morning 
he put the question to them. At first there were doubts 
about the project. "Nah don't think so Peter, god where 
you gonna find a lost tribe, emphasis on lost... could 
take you forever and still come up empty handed... all 
that effort for nothing."

But Peter would not be deterred; he spoke long, hard, 
enthusiastically and with passion for the project and 
slowly the tide turned in his favor. After two hours he 
had them all as enthusiastic as he was. Now all he had 
to do was pick his crew.

Stefan Browdie for one... good guy. Alan Sangster two, 
another great guy. Bill Pearce and Tony Stedman, plus 
himself, that was five, he could take one more, but who 
would that be. Rosalind Hardaker had approached him, 
she was most enthusiastic about it... but a women... 
hell no... it would be no place for a female... 
savages, snakes, creepy spiders... no real sanitation, 
no not a place for a female.

But Rosalind or Roz to her friends and colleagues was 
not to be put off so easily, the team needed a woman on 
it and she was determined to be the one, besides none 
of the other women were keen to go anyway.

She put her case just as strongly as Peter had put his 
case, plenty of passion and enthusiasm. "Besides there 
are women in the tribe, they live day to day with their 
husbands... you need a women to get along side these 
wives, they are more likely to open up to another 
female than a man, a females prospective of the day to 
day living habits."

Peter thought long and hard, he'd thrown everything at 
Roz... telling her how hard life would be and all the 
dangers... but she did have a point... the woman-to-
woman thing.

"Ok, you're in," he said. "But don't say you weren't 
warned... you're on your own."

"Oh come on Peter, I'm a big girl I can look after 
myself you know."

Yes she was a big girl, but not over weight big, in 
fact she presented quite a nice healthy package, not 
the skinny type, a well-shaped and sexy body and big 
boobs, it was her boobs that had Peter's attention 
right now, with her blond hair and height she reminded 
him of an Amazon warrior, she would probably be at 
least as tall as the native men they were going in 
search of.

It was now a question of putting it all together, 
organizing it. Peter was determined to make this one of 
the best documentaries he's ever made... this was going 
into the depths of the jungle where very few had 
ventured before. Everything had to be checked and 
double-checked. There was no dropping off at the local 
super market to pick up any forgotten item... he 
estimated two months, maybe three. As the day of 
departure neared, the excitement within each of the 
members heightened, their interpreter and guide finally 
arrived, there was no more waiting it was time to go.

The only way to reach the tribe was via boats; there 
was no ready-made track or roads. It was a question of 
searching each and every inlet. The guide only had a 
rough idea where they would be. The heat was intense, 
the sound of wildlife from the forest as they passed 
by, chirps, screeches, monkeys and wild boar. 

Their first two weeks were spent on the search, camping 
near the rivers edge, guards keeping a nightly 
vigilance, sleep was almost impossible, hammocks 
preferable to sleeping at ground level. Morning would 
come and it was another day and another search. When a 
small canoe came around the bend in the river, it was 
their first lead. They told the guide that the tribe he 
was looking for was only another fifty miles upstream. 

Suddenly all their spirits lifted, they'd all but made 
it. Their elation was short lived, they saw the smoke 
coming from what they thought was the village, but 
instead it was but a few tribesmen rummaging the forest 
and river for food... however all was not lost, these 
were men from the village they sought, the only problem 
was that their boats could not go any further, the 
tribesmen would take them to their destination using 
their own boats ... more back breaking and sweaty work 
as they offloaded from one boat to the other.

As night was closing in they decided to stay where they 
were and make the final part of the journey at first 
light. By mid afternoon of that day they finally 
arrived... to be greeted by men, women and children, 
smiling, laughing and shouting with excitement... 
visitors from the outside were few and far between. The 
men brown skinned and naked, a sight not lost on 
Rosalind as she tried to avert her eyes from staring at 
their penises and the women likewise, brown skinned and 
naked, showing all their femininity, bringing smiles to 
the male contingent of the party.

"Well Roz... doesn't look like you'll be short of dick 
if you want any," Peter teased, smiling at her.

"Shut up you bastard, you guys seem just as well 
catered for," she retorted.

They had not expected such a jubilant reception a 
reception that was most friendly and welcoming. With 
help from the village men, the canoes were quickly 
unloaded and huts of straw were allocated to the crew, 
a separate one for Rosalind, it looked like hammocks 
were the way of sleeping out here, apart from one 
hammock there was little else in the hut. Spartan was a 
word for luxury.

Crates stored and extra camera's unpacked, it was time 
to organize the documentary and how it was going to go 
down. Peter now saw the benefit in bringing Rosalind 
along, with so many women; he allocated her the job of 
getting to know them. The men, well the men would of 
course take care of the men -- get to know them -- how 
they worked, hunted and lived.

The women folk of the village took an instant liking 
toward Rosalind, they milled around her smiling, 
laughing and shouting in a language she could not 
understand. It took the interpreter to tell her that 
they thought she was very beautiful and they wanted to 
adopt her as a sister whilst she remained at the camp.

"Great, great idea," said Peter. "Just what we want in 
the doco... I'm getting some idea's here sweetheart... 
with the women taking such an interest, we can make it 
all about you... you be the star, living with the 
family on a day to day basis... its great, just great 
I'm liking this better all the time."

"Just as long as you don't expect me to run around 
naked Peter, not with you horny bastards in tow."

"Err no... no of course not. But it would look 
authentic wouldn't it?"

"Yeh, and how many viewers are going to be watching me 
across the world when we go to air with it?"

"This'll be great viewing Roz, authenticity will make a 
big difference, but I won't insist on it... whatever 
you are comfortable with, become an adopted sister 
first honey," holding up his hands in surrender.

So the documentary was underway, there would be many 
hours and much footage... most of it edited out, 
leaving only that which was considered the best.

Rosalind lived with the women folk, finding out about 
their duties around the village, not too dissimilar to 
the outside world; most of the menial and back breaking 
tasks, unlike back home she had no modern appliances to 
help her out.

So far she had managed to keep most of her clothes on, 
although she had consented to facial and body painting. 
The village had, had an initiating ceremony, which 
lasted most of the day and when it was all over she was 
officially a sister, a member of the village family. 
Her new tribal name was now Palo.

Each day her body paint would be brought up to scratch, 
applying new where needed, her eyes were framed like 
the mask worn by Zorro or Lone Ranger, it was bright 
yellow, red dots were placed inside this area like 
freckles, her arms were chris-crossed with stripes of 
orange yellow and white, yes she was a family member 
with sisters to look after her, the sisters next task 
was to get her out there... naked like a true family 
member. She worked hard alongside the other women, 
cleaning, washing and fetching. 

Edwan a fifty-year-old tribesman had taken to this 
strange young blond female. He was strong with long 
black hair hanging to his shoulders and he wore a head 
band, was a good hunter. What he did not have was a 
good wife, his original wife having taken off with 
another man from another tribe, yes this woman would do 
him nicely he thought.

Peter could see how things were developing, he had a 
sense for these things. What would make good viewing 
and what didn't? The story was unfolding inside his 
head, far into the future, he just had to steer it, 
manipulate it.

"You're doing a great job Roz, this is becoming a great 
doc and this is going to make you famous girl, you'll 
see. Just roll along with it and don't worry we'll stop 
when we think things are going too far... just do 
enough to make it look real honey, okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah I know. But it's easy to do, these people 
are so easy to get on with, so lay back, for all the 
hard work they do, they still enjoy life and a freedom 
we do not have back in civilization, no hours spent on 
freeways, no deadlines. Perhaps they don't have all the 
mod cons but they still survive and are happy."

"Shit girl, you sound like you're one of them now. 
You're not going bush on us are you?" he joked.

"Ha! Of course not, I'm just saying it's not what I 
expected. They're great people and happy people... you 
could do a lot worse in life... I guess that's what I'm 
saying."

"Okay honey, okay if you say so, now let's get back to 
business. You ready to get your gear off yet?"

"No, you can forget that Peter."

**

The days passed and the camera followed Rosalind and 
the tribe around. The sisters were determined to get 
Rosalind out of her clothing and to participate as a 
true sister... the language was a barrier, but Roz was 
aware of their feelings, as a small concession she 
stripped down to bra and pants, which revealed much 
more of her beautiful body.

At long last there was a smile on Peters face when she 
emerged from her hut that morning to join the other 
women folk. The camera took in the new images of 
Rosalind with suitable comments from Peter and crew.

The sight of Roz had not gone unnoticed by the other 
male natives. In particular Edwan.

"I will marry that woman," he said to his fellow 
hunters standing watching. "I will marry and make her 
my wife, she will make a good wife and give me fine 
children."

The others nodded and murmured their agreement, "Yes 
indeed she will make you a fine wife Edwan," the 
nodded.

Edwan wanted to please Rosalind... not with great 
affection... but by bringing her gifts. Of course the 
gifts weren't of fine expensive jewelry but small 
wooden carvings or the odd pig, goat or monkey, which 
she and the other women folk cooked over an open fire. 
Entering into the spirit of things was all part of 
Rosalind, trying new parts of meat she would have found 
disgusting back home. She was pleasantly surprised it 
did not taste quite as bad as she had thought.

The more Rosalind worked at it the more the village 
people took to her; she was in their eyes one of them 
now, a family member.

Edwan spent much time with her and brought her many 
hunting trophies. She in turn enjoyed his company, even 
though she could not speak his language. Peter and the 
crew kept to the outer edge, letting things develop, 
recording all for his documentary, so far he was 
pleased with it.

It was all hard sweaty work for Rosalind, but she never 
wavered, never gave in. She was determined to show 
Peter and the others just how strong she was. She'd see 
this doc to the final edge. She went with the women and 
men into the steaming forests to hunt and scavenge for 
food, carrying and humping great heavy loads, if the 
other women could do it so could she. 

The more she tried the more intense Edwan's feelings 
became toward her.

He kept telling the men and indeed the women also that 
he intended to marry and have her for his wife. She was 
a goodly woman and her looks were exotic and 
attractive. The women also thought she would be a good 
wife for him. "She is now part of our family Edwan and 
we want her to stay. You must marry her and give her 
children, then she will stay," was what they were 
telling him. The men nodded agreement, it should be so, 
they said.

"It should be the day of the fertility celebrations, 
when we all prey for a good crop and continuing 
abundance of food. We will do it then," he said, all 
agreed and there was an air of excitement through the 
village.

"I think the villagers are organizing a wedding," the 
interpreter said to Peter.

"Oh who's might that be?" he asked.

"Your woman Rosalind," he replied.

Suddenly he had Peter's attention. "Say again?" he 
asked.

The interpreter again told him what he had heard. 
Suddenly Peter could sense a great ending or even a 
great start to a series coming up.

"Say nothing to the team, leave this to me. A wedding 
eh? It wouldn't be binding or anything like that would 
it... purely symbolic eh?" he asked.

"Well yes... and no," replied the interpreter.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked.

"Well she could up and be off and no one outside this 
village would give a toss,  but in the villagers eyes 
she'd be married alright. It would take a great deal to 
convince them otherwise."

Peter pondered the response, "Hmm, yes well leave it 
with me and I repeat tell no one eh."

The interpreter assured him he would not say a word.

**

The women had eventually persuaded their sister to bath 
in the river instead of the make shift shower that had 
been set up for the "Civilized" city people. The river 
was known to contain certain nastys, that could eat or 
bight you, but bath in it she had.

It was that night that the women had decided it was 
time for Rosalind to become just the same as them, 
naked. If she was to marry Edwan she had to "be" like 
them. As she slept in her hammock they removed all her 
clothing so that when she awoke the following day, 
there was nothing for her to wear. The women were quick 
to inform her in sign-language of their intentions. 
There was no way she was going out there without pants 
and bra... no way... famous last words?

It was obvious to Rosalind; if she was ever going to 
leave the hut again she was only going to do it naked. 
Her sisters fussed and laughed around her, even though 
she could not understand them, it was obvious they were 
trying hard to persuade and assure her all was going to 
be all right. They were busily painting and adorning 
her naked breasts; her face and arms freshly painted 
and made up. A headband added and to help a little with 
her modesty, what best could be described as a brief G-
string... it left absolutely nothing to the 
imagination... to all intents and purposes she was 
naked.

Now all they had to do was get her outside, they knew 
once she got over this modesty feeling she would be 
able to embrace her new lack of, quite easily, after 
all, her sisters had been doing it for centuries and 
thought nothing of it.

Surrounded by so many pulling and pushing women, 
laughing and giggling, bit by bit she was ushered out 
the door.

"Bloody hell!"

"Holly shit!"

"Fuck me look at those tits!" It was her fellow crew 
members who stood gaping, opened mouthed at their 
female colleague... naked female colleague.

"I'm getting a hard-on already!" gasped one.

"You getting all this Sangster?" growled Peter. "Get 
this on camera you fucking moron... I want good close 
up of it... do you hear?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting it boss. I'm getting it." And 
he was, the close up of Roz's naked body was even 
better and his pants now bulged from the erection he 
now had.

Strangely Rosalind didn't feel embarrassed in front of 
the native men, it came from the ogling eyes of her 
colleagues and she could see Sangster's bulging 
trousers.

"You're a very lucky man Edwan, to have such a woman as 
your wife," said one of the village men.

"Yes indeed I am," replied Edwan. "But she's not my 
wife yet," he added.

"But she soon will be Edwan," he replied.

Her initial embarrassment over, Rosalind moved around 
the village with the other women, carrying out her 
tasks. All the time the camera was focused on her, in 
particular her breasts and ass, these parts would be 
cut for private viewing, not the worldwide audience. 
She looked like all the rest, only difference she was 
white, not brown.

Peter was pleased... very pleased; it was going just as 
he hoped it would, perhaps even a little better.

"I think that guy, what's his name... err Edwan is that 
it... has the hots for you Roz," he said to Rosalind 
one day. "You should marry him," he smiled.

Rosalind didn't like the way Peter always seemed to be 
putting Edwan down, but of course this was done to wind 
Roz up.

"He's a good man Peter, he works hard, they all do... 
they're a great bunch of people. Probably a lot happier 
than some back home, even if they don't have as many 
worldly goods."

"Wow! Are so gonna marry this guy Roz? Settle down and 
have his kids? Is that it Roz?"

"Fuck you Peter, no its not... I'm just saying a girl 
could do far worse... he'll find an marry a nice 
village girl one day Peter and she'll give him kids... 
he deserves a nice girl."

Peter smiled, "Well, you're now a village girl Roz, 
you're one of them now aren't you?" he said, his eyes 
running lustfully over her naked body.

"Only for the purposes of the doc Peter, then its back 
to normal... and keep your fucking eyes up here, 
looking at my face not my tits and cunt eh?" Rosalind 
turned and stormed out of the hut.

"Oh you look even better when you're mad." 

"And you have a nice ass as well sweetheart," he added 
to himself, smiling.

Peter quickly sent for the interpreter. "You know, I 
think you may just have a willing bride at this wedding 
they are organizing."

He then went on to tell him how much Rosalind was in 
love with Edwan and that she would be quite honored to 
be his wife, but they would have to organize it pretty 
soon as their time was almost up. They had already 
stayed a month longer than they should have done.

The interpreter was quick to pass the news on to the 
villagers who were now eager and excited to get this 
wedding put together.

"Do you think that was wise Peter?" one of the crew 
asked.

"Don't worry, nothings going to happen, I just want it 
all to look realistic. We all know it's not legal. 
Rosalind gets married for the camera then we all 
leave... makes for great viewing!"

They all looked at each other shaking their heads. "I 
don't know Peter I think you are taking a big risk... 
you don't really know these people... they're a 
friendly bunch but tampering with their feelings like 
this could have repercussions"

"Oh you do worry so, Rosalind's a big girl, she told me 
so. She knows just how far to go," said Peter 
reassuring them all.

In fact Rosalind had already consulted with Peter, she 
had heard the rumor that Edwan liked her and that he 
wanted to marry her, take her for his wife.

"Peter just how far I am supposed to go with this? I 
think I should tell Edwan now that I cannot marry him. 
He's a nice guy, a very nice guy, if things were 
different and if I had to choose a husband I'm sure he 
would be the one... but I don't want to hurt his 
feeling... not Edwan."

"Look, we're almost finished here, the doc is looking 
fine, white woman marries lost tribesman, it's got to 
be a great success, it makes great viewing. We'll get 
great reviews and besides Edwan knows it isn't going to 
work, he just likes the idea of marrying you, a show 
for the villagers. Believe me, you're doing a great 
job. Now don't worry, we're here for you... nothings 
gonna happen, okay?"

"You sure?"

"Yes, yes I'm sure, now go Palo, go join your sisters," 
He said "And by the way you do have a great ass," he 
added smiling.

**

Fertility day was upon them. Men, women and children 
all prepared for this day, plus it was going to 
incorporate Edwan's wedding day, the marriage between 
Edwan and Palo, a double celebration. Most of the day 
would be taken up with celebrations. Pigs and monkey's 
were prepared as the meat, along with root crops from 
the forest. Another root crop made the alcoholic drink, 
a rather intoxicating mix.

First the dress, here the women helped Roz or Palo, 
like all brides she must look her best for her future 
husband. Fresh facial makeup, fresh painted body parts, 
a headband adorned with flowers from the forest and she 
made and looked the beautiful bride. As the hour 
arrived to start the festival, her heart began to race 
and thump in her chest; it somehow felt like the real 
thing.

The festival began, singing and chanting women paraded 
in front of the men folk, carrying forest flowers or 
home made gifts for the god of fertility.

Edwan's heart was filled with pride as he watched his 
soon bride to be, parade past him. He smiled at her and 
she returned his smile ... his own heartbeat even 
faster. It was a day of much eating and much drinking 
the intoxicating liquid starting to take effect, 
Rosalind began to feel a little woozy, a time perhaps 
to slow up on the drink.

The time had come for the wedding; the sisters pushed 
Palo to the front as they walked slowly toward the men. 
Edwan led the male villagers, and then they stopped and 
faced each other. Edwan said something to Palo. Stepped 
forward and placed a wood effigy at her feet, 
indicating she pick it up.

This was the point that the village waited for... would 
she or would she not. The thing being Palo was 
completely ignorant at what it meant to pick it up. 
They held their breaths, and then she kneeled, took the 
little wooden effigy in her hand and stood up. A great 
sigh went through the crowd. She had accepted Edwan's 
proposal of marriage. The women smiled at one another, 
the men nodded their approval and Peter grinned... this 
was going better than expected.

Palo turned the little wooden effigy over, put her hand 
over her mouth to stifle a laugh.

Oh dear, the effigy was carved in the image of a man 
and it showed the man with a huge erection. The women 
already knew about the effigy and likewise joined in 
the laughter.

Edwan's face was beaming, Palo and her were now husband 
and wife ... it was as simple as that... no long drawn 
out speeches... quick and to the point. The men and 
women encircled the happy couple. Edwan stepped forward 
and placed his arms around his wife, holding her tight, 
one sweaty body against another. Rosalind was just 
realizing what had happened, it was all over... in 
those brief moments she had been married and Edwan was 
now her husband and she his wife. 

Oh god she thought it should never have got this far... 
I should have put a stop to it right from the start. 
How was she going to tell this nice man that she was 
not really his wife and that she and the crew intended 
to leave soon? She was flattered by it all, she could 
have quite easily have loved such a man, but not here 
... she had to leave, go back to civilization.

Edwan held her close and pressed his lips against her 
lips, at first she pushed against him trying to push 
and fend him off... but guilt stopped her. The last 
thing she wished was to humiliate him in front of the 
village... she responded, the kiss lasting a minute or 
two... the thing was she enjoyed it and felt a certain 
arousal from it. The sight of the kiss and embrace was 
a joy to the villagers, smiling and clapping.

The camera of course was catching it all. "White woman 
marries native... undying love... etc... etc."

"Wow... she's certainly playing the part well," said 
Alan Sangster.

"Oh yeah... who says she's playing?" replied Peter

"Eh what do you mean by that Peter... you know 
something we don't?"

He gave a wicked little laugh and said, "Let's just 
wait and see eh... let's just wait and see."

Edwan put his arm around Palo's shoulder, held her 
close and led her to her hut. The crowd following... it 
was time to celebrate ... more food, more drink. With 
only the one hammock to sit in, this was used by Edwan 
and Palo/Roz, the rest stood or sat on the floor, which 
had been covered with woven grass carpets. As always 
the camera continuing to record the whole event. There 
seemed to be an never-ending supply of food and drink. 

The light slowly faded, oil lamps were lit allowing a 
dull glow throughout the hut. Now people were drifting 
away and the hut began to empty, until Edwan and Palo 
were left alone, lying together in the hammock. Edwan 
cradling Palo in his arms. It felt good to have a wife 
again, her hot naked sweaty body next to his, he 
already had an erection on. Palo/Roz could not see it 
but the bright light from the camera could.

"This is the end of the celebrations and the wedding 
day... Edwan and Palo are now the married couple and we 
now take leave of them for the night" these were 
Peter's words for the camera... the light went out and 
the hut was plunged in total darkness.

"Hey, where are you going Peter? Don't leave me here 
like this... Peter... Peter" but Peter had departed. He 
was grinning as he slowly felt his way back to the 
crews hut.

It was dark and hot inside the hut. Edwan's naked body 
was pressed next to Palo/Roz... she could hear his 
breathing, excited breathing and the thumping of his 
heart. "Oh god" she thought "Oh dear god" what have I 
done. The hand that had held her waist now moved up to 
her breast and gently squeezed it. He was talking to 
her, but she could not understand. He was telling her 
how much he loved her and how he thought he was a very 
lucky man to have such a beautiful wife. He tenderly 
kissed her cheek and ear. The combination of his hand 
massaging her breast and the kissing sent a delightful 
shudder through her body... her breast was now firm and 
her nipple hard.

"Shit... shit... shit!" she said to herself... this was 
getting out of hand. Then his hand slid quickly down 
between her thighs. Edwan touched her pubic hair, then 
the slit and then his fingers were buried inside her 
warm wet pussy. Her body stiffed, back arched upward 
and she gave a short gasp, "Ahhhh... oh god no... 
Edwan... no please stop!"

His fingers continued to work her pussy, he was telling 
her how good it felt and how much he pleased her... but 
Roz didn't understand a word of it. For a moment she 
relaxed... and enjoyed the pleasure his finger was 
giving her.

Oh... oh... oh!" she whimpered, with each thrust of his 
finger, her own hand gripping his arm tight. Then he 
slid his body on top of hers... she felt the fullness 
of his stiff erection pressing against her.

"Oh god no... please Edwan no!" she pleaded and with 
all her strength tried to push him off, but trying to 
do so in a hammock was almost impossible.

She could not understand what he was saying to her, had 
she done so she would have heard him telling her to 
open her legs, let him in. She felt his knee between 
her thighs, prizing her legs apart. Her right leg 
flopping over one side of the hammock and her left leg 
over the other side.

"Oh god... oh my god... oh no... please no... ohhhhh... 
AHHHHH!" she screamed out loud as he thrust inside her.

The scream pierced the silence of the camp. The women 
heard it, clasped their hands together, smiled and 
hugged one another... Edwan was consummating the 
marriage.

The men nodded knowingly, took another puff on their 
pipes and declared. "It is good... all good."

At the sound of Rosalind's scream the crew stiffened.

"What the fuck...?"

"God, what's happening? that was Roz, Peter we have to 
stop this... stop it now!" said Tony rising to go to 
her aid.

Peter grabbed his arm. "No we don't, there's nothing we 
can do about it, you can't come between a man and his 
wife Tony, you know you can't."

"But this guy is not her husband, it was a village 
marriage, it doesn't stand up in a court... you know 
that!"

"Yes I do, but that's back home not here, here she is 
married to Edwan and as far as the village is concerned 
he's only doing what any husband and wife do, now if 
you want to play the hero and go out there, be my 
guest... if you want to poke a stick at a hornets nest 
you go right ahead."

Tony sat back down; they all quietly looked at each 
other.

"Oh come on guys... this is what Roz wanted, can't you 
see she's gone bush. Look at how she's dressed now, 
naked as all the other women, she' one of them, she's 
got what she's wanted... Edwan... she loves him... 
surely you can see that," said Peter.

"Look she confessed to me today that she was going 
ahead with the wedding, that she wanted to live with 
them, she loves this style of living... you could all 
see that couldn't you."

What Peter was saying now seemed to make sense; she was 
a different woman to the one back home. Her naked 
painted body and face said it all

"But I thought all that was part of the doc, make it 
look real."

"No she's got to like it, likes the lifestyle and has 
now decided to do it for real and for us to take it all 
back home, she wants to stay," he lied.

"God who would have thought it eh?"

In the mean time Edwan was continuing to thrust into 
Roz or Palo, as the village now knew her. The hammock 
rocked and swayed with each and every thrust. There was 
nothing she could do, no one was going to come and 
rescue her, not her colleagues not anyone. 

She lay there feeling his hard shaft as it moved in and 
out. His hot sweaty body on top of hers, his gentle 
kissing, his hot breath and the words he was saying to 
her, but could not understand. Her hands cupped his 
smooth rounded buttocks as he continued to thrust in to 
her. 

"Oh god," she thought, this could only finish up one 
way. Having not taken any birth control pills for some 
time, she felt there had been no need and Edwan and her 
were not using a condom, it was very unlikely Edwan 
would pull out at the last second, she was totally 
unprotected, which meant there could only be one 
outcome. She was about to become pregnant.

Rosalind realized that Peter had set her up, encouraged 
her to mix with the villagers, especially the women. 
He'd manipulated and controlled every detail and she in 
turn had confessed to him how she felt about these 
people, hard working but loving and her confession that 
the man Edwan who had taken extreme interest in her. 

How she thought he was a lovely guy and that if she 
were a member of the tribe she would be honored to have 
him as a husband, but that did not mean she actually 
wanted it that way. It was only a woman's perspective 
about the people of the village and who she would pick 
as a husband if she were part of the village.

Now she was left to ponder her future, soon Edwan's 
seed would be planted inside her. It was too late to 
stop that. By the time they had returned to 
"Civilization" the seed would have become an embryo and 
on no account would she allow it to be aborted, she 
would have the child no matter what, but if she did 
return home she would be depriving this lovely man... 
who had done nothing wrong apart from love her, the 
chance of seeing his child, she also felt she was 
betraying the women of the village who'd taken her in 
as a sister. 

She'd worked, lived and well for want of a better word, 
dressed like them, in all respects she was now one of 
them a sister to them all, once more she quietly cursed 
Peter.

Rosalind realized she was moving in time with Edwan's 
rhythm. Her hips swinging up to meet his inward 
thrusts, her hands not just resting on his firm round 
buttocks but were gripping and squeezing them hard, 
pulling him in. His mouth and lips gently kissing her. 
His long black hair brushing her face and cheeks. 
"Huh... huh... huh... huh..." as he fucked her. 

She softly moaned in reply.

The night was black and the heat intense, both were 
lathered in perspiration only the sounds of the forest 
animals and chirping of the crickets and the continuing

"Huh... huh... huh... huh..." as he fucked and fucked 
and fucked her.

The time was nearing, Edwan could feel it... it was now 
only moments away. He told Rosalind he was about to 
cum, but she could not understand his words, but she 
understood when he made that one final deep thrust and 
the cry that came from his lips.

"Ohhhhh... ahhhhhhh!" he gasped. His semen spewing like 
a geyser from his cock. Once... twice... three times it 
squirted the warm fluid deep inside her, before he 
collapsed on top of her.

The sound resonated throughout the village. Once again 
the women clasped their hands and smiled, some with 
tears running down their cheeks. The men continuing to 
puff on their pipes, nodding knowledgably saying, "It's 
done... it's good." The consummation was complete.

The camera crew looked at one another in stunned 
silence.

"God almighty," the only comment.

"I think we all know what that means, don't we?" said 
Peter.

"I'd never have believed it," said Stefan.

"Before she turned bush I don't think any of us would," 
replied Peter. "But she's now got what she's wanted," 
he continued with a wicked grin on his face.

"Yeh I guess she has," said Bill.

"God, if that's what she wanted I'd have fucked her. I 
could just as easily have given her a kid," said Tony 
thoughtfully.

"Yeh, well I think all of us would have liked to have 
done that," replied Peter. "Now let's get some sleep, 
we have a documentary to finish off in the morning," he 
added, lying back in his hammock feeling very self 
satisfied with himself.

Rosalind stroked Edwan's hair and tenderly kissed his 
forehead as he continued to lie on top of her... even 
though it was stifling hot they held each other 
close... he remained inside her... not wanting to break 
the connection between them. He was happy and contented 
and spoke to Rosalind of love... his love for her, she 
may not have understood the words, but she understood 
his feelings toward her. She once more cursed Peter for 
placing her in this predicament.

Edwan's capacity for sex was immense and she was given 
little opportunity for rest or sleep as time and time 
again he fucked her through the night. Come the morning 
and the light she was spent, tired and exhausted and 
somewhat sore down there between her thighs. Now Edwan 
had to present his new and now newly consummated bride 
to the village, only time would tell if the 
consummation had been successful or not, it certainly 
wasn't for the want of trying.

The villagers had been waiting eagerly for them to 
leave their hut, as was Peter and the film crew. It was 
a smiling, proud and joyous Edwan, with his arm around 
his bride's shoulder that emerged. Rosalind felt 
somewhat embarrassed, knowing that they all knew what 
had gone on through the night. The sound of their 
lovemaking had been a joy to hear for the villagers. 
She forced a smile and waved to them... the camera 
catching it all.

"See, now you tell me that is not one happy little 
lady," said Peter to the others.

"Yeah, I bet his cocks sore right now, all that 
fucking," said Tony.

"I'll bet her cunt is just as sore," quipped Stefan. 
Accompanied by laughs and sniggers.

Rosalind could see the camera team standing a little 
way away, they were further away from the group than 
she expected, she really needed to see them, talk to 
Peter, how were they to solve this problem that they 
had created?

The village women crowded around Rosalind, all excited 
and chatting to her, she could see the crew but 
couldn't get to them as the women folk pressed and 
pushed her toward the river, taking her further and 
further away.

The water felt cool and refreshing after the stifling 
heat and torrid lovemaking from the night.

For a while Rosalind relished the water and playful 
activity of the other women, then she saw her crew on 
the embankment, shouting to attract their attention she 
moved toward them.

"Peter... we have to talk... we have to talk... 
please!" she cried. 

Peter either didn't hear her about the shrieks and 
shouting of the other women or he chose to ignore her. 
He and the crew did wave to her in acknowledgement. As 
she scrambled up the bank, the crew were turning away 
from her, walking back to the camp. 

Again she shouted at them, again no response, then an 
arm around her shoulder, she turned to see Edwan's 
smiling face, she turned back to look at the camera 
crew... only Peter looking back... a smile on his face 
and a wave.

Edwan was leading her back to the hut. NO! NO! she had 
to get to Peter, talk to him, but Edwan's strong arm 
around her shoulder was holding her back, guiding her 
nearer and nearer the hut. He was chatting to her, she 
was trying to tell him she needed to see Peter... but 
he could no more understand her as she him. The hut 
entrance was there before them, she turned, taking one 
last look, saw Peter alone with the camera... he gave 
her another wave, and then she was inside alone with 
Edwan.

Had anyone been near the hut, they would have heard 
Rosalind gasp. "Ohhhhh my god!" as Edwan once again 
thrust his hard erection into her.

**

The newly weds were left alone, the villagers went 
about their daily tasks. From time to time food was 
left for them at the hut entrance, other than that 
there was no contact with them. Early next morning 
after another torrid night of heat and lovemaking, the 
couple emerged, a few of the villagers starting their 
daily rituals. Rosalind sensed something was wrong... 
different. 

She ran to the hut that had housed her colleagues, only 
to find it empty... abandoned. A sickly feeling came 
over her, oh god where are they where have they gone? 
She searched other huts; even the main maloka... but no 
one... no sign of them, then down to the river and now 
her heart sank and she thought she was going to be 
sick. The three big canoes had gone... which meant only 
one thing, they had left without her, abandoned her.

She covered her face with her hands and wept, "Oh god! 
Oh my god, they left me!"

Edwan's arm was around her shoulders, trying to comfort 
her, speaking to her softly. He could not understand 
the reason why; after all this is what she wanted... 
the man called Peter had said so.

She buried her face in his chest, holding him tight; 
there was no one else to turn to. This was her husband 
and these people were now her family. He led her to the 
main maloka and it took a while for her to understand, 
this was where she would now be living, along with all 
the rest. The hammock that was stretched was hers and 
Edwan's as was the area allocated to them, from now on 
she would live, eat and sleep with all the others... 
one family, under one roof.

Edwan handed Rosalind an envelope, in it was a note, a 
note from the crew.

"We wish you all the best on your chosen life style. We 
are sure you and Edwan will be very happy and have lots 
of children. All the best, the team."

All her former colleagues had signed it.

**

Two months later she was in no doubt that she was 
pregnant. The first of five children she would have 
with Edwan. At the same time two of the younger women 
were also pregnant, courtesy of the crewmen... but 
which ones were never discovered.

Rosalind or Palo as she was now, quickly learned the 
language and was able to understand what they were all 
saying. She worked and toiled just as hard as any other 
village woman. 

Edwan was always good and kindly toward her and as time 
went by she loved him as much as he loved her, she'd 
learned to go "Bush" as Peter put it and she could 
hunt, kill and prepare a wild pig as good as any man.

Peter went on to make an award-winning documentary 
depicting a white woman who wanted to live with and 
marry a tribesman. No mention that she had been a 
colleague of his, and yes he promised to do a follow up 
one day.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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